I'm a curious person. I always have been. I read a lot. I'm compelled to observe people and events. I'm empathetic. I ask a lot of questions. I take notes constantly. And I write as much as my leisure time allows. When I can't find time to write, I feel grouchy. Writing stories frees my mind and charges my sense of being.
I've been shaped by the working class, enlightened by the liberal arts, touched by Grace, conditioned by struggle, and blessed by the vigorous crazy that goes with raising sons. From this point of view, I share my thoughts and discoveries as saga, poetry, memoir, myth, anecdote, or report.
I chase my curiosity with the faith that beauty quietly and persistently lives everywhere, pervasive in nature and also nestled deep in the overlooked or hard-to-look-at places of crisis, failure, and sorrow -- beauty resting to be found, lifted, and set into story. I process into a narrative the lives and events I encounter along my path as a daughter of the Motor City, a student of history, and the matriarch of four young men. In my fiction, I seek to document Truth as tale. In my non-fiction pieces, I seek to deliver Truth as dispatch. 
I do my best to tell compelling tales about the little-knowns I notice, as captured by my senses, filtered by my understanding, and enlivened by my imagination.

My writer site: Melissa Walsh

Recipient of the 2018 second-place award by the Michigan Press Association in the weekly media B news feature category. Link to the award-winning article